how do you romanticize the power exchange?

is it in how it slows everything down to the watching of another's will?

to see it blossom into ideas that bind me

making me a representative of  your thoughts

as you guide your mind into alleys that you might seldom take if there were no-one tugging at your cuffs to get you to make them do it

would it be to talk about the arousal it induces?

that surely is its core

but it's the box that i'm put in that gets me hot

the apparatus of constraint

the image of gesture and ordeal

the reins of a horse's trot

and as you tug, you smile

tightening need

and yes it's the mystery of what comes next

watching the creation of methodical ways

experiments

games

that you administer with confidence, because it is all your space

like the way you have taken me as your pleaser

to be used is to be had, kept, confined

and the tighter the confinement, the greater the freedom

to indulge in the heights of sensation

the meditative resonating high of nearing release

but not having it

the prolonged state engulfing all of my thoughts and body messages

and you take what you need

knowing that you keep me confined to denial

still wanting my arousal

you play

if you need closeness, you bring me close

if you are not in the mood, you keep me far

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and if reality takes hold, we pause, the tension settling in the back seat

awaiting its turn

to rise again to the same frame